Liam hummed a sound that was as close as a human could manage to purring to Riley's lips, soft and low. He wondered for a moment if he could vanish into the other man entirely, sink inside this feeling of being desired and cared for. He wondered if the priest knew how completely he was undoing him, already, more and more with each passing moment, each touch, each sound.

He eventually stepped back enough to take Riley's hand and lead him back to his waiting bed. His apartment was small and familiar enough to him that he kept his eyes on the other man as he walked -- mostly backwards -- stopping at the moment the back of his legs touched the edge of his mattress.

"You're beautiful, you know. All of you..." Inside and out. The glow of the priest's kind, sweet soul. The swimmer's body and that face that would make angels cry.